The Birds

In skies of azure, winged wonders soar,

Feathers ablaze, a vibrant uproar.

A symphony of fluttering, a dance in the air,

The avian ballet, beyond compare.

Feathers painted with a rainbow's hue,

Whispers of freedom, a tale they strew.

On wings of grace, they navigate,

Through heavens vast, their destinies innate.

Morning choruses, a sweet serenade,

Robins announce the day, shadows fade.

Chirps and warbles, a language untold,

In every melody, a story unfolds.

The eagle, a monarch with eyes that gleam,

Master of heights, dreams in its regime.

Swifts, like arrows, through the skies they dart,

A ballet of precision, a mesmerizing art.

In wetlands, herons stand tall and still,

Graceful sentinels, a scene to instill.

Cacophony of waterfowl in flight,

A canvas of feathers, a breathtaking sight.

Tiny hummingbirds, a blur in flight,

Sipping nectar, a fleeting delight.

Flitting blossoms, wings aflutter,

Nature's jewels in a dance so utter.

Oh, the majestic owl, wise and profound,

Silent wings cutting through night's bound.

A guardian in shadows, a symbol of lore,

Watching over the realms forevermore.

Feathers stitched in the tapestry of the sky,

Stories of migration, as seasons pass by.

From dawn's first light to twilight's kiss,

Aerial poets, in eternal bliss.

So, let us marvel at this avian parade,

Their tales in flight, in skies displayed.

In feathers and songs, a world unfurls,

A lyrical ode to the enchanting birds.